[Verse 1] Griff's in the club, got his golf clubs Swinging for the fences, sipping on cider in the tub Living in Locking, where the grass is green Every time he messes up, he's like, 'Why do I do it to myself, seen?' [Chorus] Griff's the name, hip-hop's the game In Locking, where life's never the same Says to himself, 'Why do I? Do it to myself, that's just my way, yo' [Verse 2] Driving down the lane, Griff's in the zone Got his 9-iron, hitting the ball, always on the phone Talking to the ladies, smooth as can be But in his head, he's asking, 'Why can't I be free?' [Chorus] Griff's the name, hip-hop's the game In Locking, where life's never the same Says to himself, 'Why do I? Do it to myself, that's just my way, yo' [Outro] Griff's walking home, under the moon Sipping his cider, feeling the hip-hop tune In Locking, where life's a ride He's just Griff, doing it his way, asking 'Why?' [Ending] (Instrumental)